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"Hello Dear Purple Smoke

I'm your fan, and it stands to reason that anyone who can use the ancient way of writing letters to convey to you what they want to talk about is actually already a fan.

I didn't need to mention it myself.

When I was writing this letter, I asked my sister Yi, who loves me very much, if she wrote the letter in the same format as when we were in school.

She didn't think about answering me at the time, "No." Later, she added, "I don't know, but I guess the author himself doesn't know, so it doesn't really matter if you want to write like this." ”

"That's true." Shi Zixi agreed, and the several letters she turned out about fans were all in different formats. But what's the matter, fans are willing to write letters, which is a kind of intention, and it is not an applied essay exam, so I will not be able to calculate in these details.

After reading an ordinary introduction, Shi Zixi changed his posture and continued to read.

"Sister Yi is very powerful, she is straightforward in handling many things, but not biased, which makes people feel that 'in fact, this is the best way'.

Having said all this, it's not like I'm trying to make excuses for the format of my letter if something really goes wrong.

When I said that, I don't know what to write about in the next section. Obviously, after reading the manga you draw, I have a lot to say to you, a lot of things to talk to you about the manga "Unheard of Flower Names", such as "how did you come up with the idea of drawing this story", how much I love the character of Mei Yi among several characters, and I want to tell you about the opinions of each character in "Flower Names".

But when it was time to put pen to paper, I realized that because there were too many things I wanted to say and the topics I wanted to talk about were too complicated, I didn't know how to start writing.

At this point, maybe I prefer the state of conversation, unless I am a lawyer or politician when talking, most people will not think too much about what they say, even if they are literati and ink writers, they will not always worry about whether the language that comes out of their mouth is as brilliant as "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", and "The Story of Yueyang Tower" is as thoughtful.

Spit out without thinking, the general expression of vernacular text, when it comes to the topic of interest, the waves are endless, the voice is converted into language and poured out in large quantities, not like writing a letter in front of the copy, even if the grass is flying under the spring of literary thoughts, but after their state is stable, they can still turn back to the words written in front of them, a word, a group of words, and a sentence of careful scrutiny over and over again.

I still don't know where to start before I can link to the topic of the manga you draw.

……… After thinking about it, I'll start with how I read your comics.

From the time I started watching "Unheard of Flower Names", "Flower Names" had already been serialized to the sixth episode.

My backyard is a small garden, and my bedroom is at the back, and the windows of the bedroom open to the garden with beautiful flowers cut by the gardener.

Because I am not in good health, I mostly stay at home and do some hobby things, and when I am tired, I will go to the yard for a walk, or move the chair, and look at the flowers arranged together in the fence wall alone.

One day when I was bored reading a book, I was resting on the guardrail to watch the scenery outside, and Sister Yi ran in as usual without knocking on my bedroom door.

Maybe it's because it's a tutoring habit, I feel uncomfortable with the habit of entering someone's room at will without knocking, which is even the best relationship with Sister Yi.

As a result, after silently enduring this matter a few times, I began to talk about Sister Yi's habits. Although every time I preach to Sister Yi for repeating her mistakes again, Sister Yi will wave her hands every time and say indifferently, "Who is with whom I have a relationship with you, I have to knock on the door even when I enter, it is too much." This kind of reason, but I do feel that Sister Yi will pay attention to knocking on the door in advance when she comes to the bedroom to find me in the future.

I don't know if Sister Yi's change is because I'm annoyed by me or because of other reasons, but I almost didn't hear Sister Yi push open the hidden bedroom door like a cannon fight in the future, and I would faintly feel that something was missing in my heart.

So all of a sudden, I heard the familiar sound of the door, and I was not as bored as usual.

Sister Yi, who rushed in at that time, came to me in a few steps, bent down close to my face with a hand behind her back, and said with a mysterious expression, "Guess what good things I brought you today, Sister Yi?" ‘

Every time Sister Yi comes to see me, she will bring all kinds of novel toys, a lot, and it is also very strange, she will let me guess in advance every time she takes it out, but every result is that I guess wrong every time. Continuing like this many times naturally extinguished my interest in this little game.

Gradually, I didn't guess directly, but Sister Yi still enjoyed playing this game.

I shook my head and said 'I can't guess'

Sister Yi muttered 'boring' with interest, but in an instant, she recovered her state, and happily flashed out the hand behind her back, holding a comic book in her hand.

In fact, it is a weekly magazine that serializes purple smoke your comics.

I don't know too much about what Sister Yi's specific life is, but I know that Sister Yi is not interested in things like comics, so the following conversation arose.

'Comic Weekly, Sister Yi, don't you don't read comics, when did you have this habit again? ’

'Word-of-mouth marketing, recommended by friends, and I heard that it was a popular winning work of the Nebula Awards, and it happened that my friends had something to do at the time, and there was nothing to play, so I went to the bookstore with my memory.

When I went in, I saw that the bookstore was vigorously promoting this manga, and I didn't know what I should read anyway, so I bought a weekly magazine that serialized this manga.

But I didn't expect this to be out of control.,So I bought all the magazines that serialized this comic.,Before and after, I was moved by a lot of girls of my age.,In short, I strongly recommend this comic.。 ’

"Sister Yi, what are you talking about, you are only eighteen years old, you have just finished the college entrance examination, and you are just the right age, how can you say that you are a lot older." ’

'The flower season and the rainy season are gone, and when I go to college, it won't be long before I have to be like those old men. But there is no ......' When she said this, Sister Yi's expression was a little self-deprecating.

I also vaguely felt something, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward in the silence of two girls who were only in their thirties.

Maybe it's because TV dramas, film and television works are really taken from life, rather than the screenwriter's helpless plot really can't be written.

Sister Yi's mobile phone rang at this time, she quickly answered the phone, and hurriedly shouted a few words, which sounded like a few simple words to me, and there was nothing to figure out, but when I heard the familiar word Weishan Highway, I roughly guessed the development of things before and after, and roughly predicted what would happen later.

Sure enough, after Sister Yi hung up the phone, she began to say to me: 'If there is something urgent, if there is nothing to do, I will leave.' ’

I nodded calmly, and Sister Yi smiled and patted my cheek.

It's like stepping on the wind and thunder when you come in, and it's the same when you go out, you raise your steps and leave in a hurry.

It's just that this time, when she walked to the door, she deliberately turned around and waved at me and told me

'Be sure to read the manga I recommend, it's really good. ’

I realized something, and opened my mouth to stop Sister Yi, but Sister Yi was in that blink of an eye, and she was gone.

Looking at the 73rd issue of "Huajing Weekly" in my hand, I was a little helpless, Sister Yi was like a wind, she brought the smell of distant flowers, but she didn't tell me which kind of flower this floral fragrance wafted out.

Because of Sister Yi's strong recommendation, I temporarily put down half of the book I had seen, and turned to Hua Jing, which was serialized with "Unheard Flower Names", and started from the first comic it was serialized.

When I slowly saw "Unheard Flower Name", I vaguely felt that the comic strongly recommended by Sister Yi should be this one, and when I finished reading all the comics serialized on Huajing, I was even more sure of this idea.

When I searched with some keywords I got from Sister Yi, such as the popular award-winning works of this year's Nebula Awards, the name of your comic was at the top of the list.

I don't know why, but I feel a little satisfied. The first episode of "Flower Name" gave me the urge to quickly understand the rest of the story.

So at that time, I asked my maid to go to the bookstore to buy the latest issue of Hua Jing's serialization, starting from the 73rd issue of "Hua Jing".

When I hold these magazines, which are past their expiration dates but still new, my heart is filled with joy.

I started reading the first episode again.,Until I saw the sixth episode of the latest serial.,The story of the manga came to an abrupt end here.,The story is over for the time being.,My heart is a little lost.。

I have all kinds of thoughts in my heart that I want to talk to you about the world in which the comic story is located, the relationship between the characters in the story, and the personalities of the characters.

But I know it's impossible.

There were dark clouds outside, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming.

The next day I woke up again, and it was already a world after a rainstorm, the air was fresh and pleasant, and the purple-red petals were still stained with crystal clear water droplets.

I don't know if it's the traces left by yesterday's rain or the dew that condensed in the early hours of the morning.

I sat at my desk, spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and originally wanted to write all the thoughts of yesterday on this paper, but maybe the paper was too thin to withstand these words, or rather, the pen and ink were too scattered to condense my chaotic thoughts.

I wrote one, ripped off another, wrote another page, threw away another page, wrote another, crossed out another.

The letter paper was filled with words, but after reading it repeatedly, I felt that this word was not what I wanted to express, that I needed to express should not use this word, that I could not express my thoughts with this word, and that this word did not express my thoughts......

Babbling and going around.

I've written a lot, and I don't know which one I should use to express my thoughts, and I don't know which one to mail to you, the author of Purple Smoke.

While my thoughts were confused, the scent of soaked grass and flowers diffused from the small garden, through the open window, into my small bedroom.

It is sweet and elegant, and has a refreshing taste.

I put down my pen and walked to the window to look at the garden that was more colorful after the rain.

Maybe the world in the rain is easy to make people melancholy, but the world after the rain made me feel relaxed at that time.

I returned to my seat, pulled out the messy text that I had written in the first article, and wrote down everything I could think of in the back.

After I finished writing, I took a soft breath, mixed with a faint scent of grass and flowers, a taste that made people feel comfortable from body and mind.

I don't want to describe her in words.

Just as I said earlier that speaking is clearer than writing, I want to use a more way

I send you this after-rain breath with this letter.

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